Shadows of Willow Cabin (2025) Movie Script
1
[logo chimes]
[banging]
[Man] No, no, no.
[men screaming]
[engine rumbling]
[door creaks]
[buttons clicking]
[message chimes]
[Albert sighs]
[insects chirping]
- Hot tub.
[Albert sighs]
Come on.
Oh. Oh!
Okay.
[sighs]
Hey, it's Albert.
I know you're working,
but I just wanted to make sure
that you had all the directions.
I'm really looking
forward to this.
To you...
I mean, to you being here.
Really looking
forward to seeing you.
So I will see you
when I see you.
I will see you when I see you.
Jesus.
[message chimes]
Shit.
[gentle music]
[muffled voices]
[eerie music]
[muffled voices continue]
- You should be ashamed.
[dramatic thud]
[Albert breathing heavily]
[gentle music]
[car horn honks]
[chair scrapes]
[gargling]
[birds singing]
[door opens]
Hello?
[Devon] Hi there.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- It's beautiful.
- Did you have
trouble finding it?
- Not at all.
I saw your car.
Lots of cabins,
but I haven't seen any other
cars since I went through town.
- Yeah, it's completely deserted
up here this time of year.
- Yeah.
- Five days in heaven,
as promised.
- Very much appreciated.
[soft music]
It's stunning.
- Yeah.
I forgot how much
I love this place.
I spent a lot of time up
here as a kid with my family.
I actually learned
to swim in the lake,
which is just back
down the hill a bit.
We can go down there
later if you, uh,
and, um, you know,
we used to have a boat,
but that's long gone.
I think you can rent boats
if that's something that
interests you or, uh, we can...
Whatever it is you
think you want to do.
I am going to stop talking now.
- You're adorable.
It's nice to see you in person.
- It's nice to see you.
- Hug?
- Yeah.
[they laugh]
Can I show you around?
- Please.
Welcome to Willow Cabin.
- Wow!
It's fabulous.
Wood beams? Stone fireplace?
- My grandfather built it when
he got back from World War Two,
and my uncle inherited it
and used it as a vacation
spot for his family.
- Is that an Organ?
Yeah, a foot pump
organ, actually.
My grandfather played.
My uncle played too,
but I think it's broken,
if I remember correctly.
- That's a bummer.
[Albert] Do you play?
- Piano lessons for years.
- Jealous. I don't have a
musical bone in my body.
- It wasn't really my choice.
Strict parents.
- Me too.
Catholic?
- Baptist.
- I got you beat.
- Truth.
Wow. Look at that kitchen.
So cute.
[soft music]
- How about this stove, huh?
- Oh, incredible.
- It's the original.
The management company
wanted to maintain that
50s charm kind of thing.
- Management company?
I thought you said
it was your uncle's.
- It's been a rental
since my uncle passed.
It was hung up at family
squabbles for years.
Suicide always
complicates things.
- Suicide?
Your uncle committed
suicide here?
- I'm not really
sure exactly where.
I was always left out
of that conversation.
But...
up here somewhere.
Yeah.
- Creepy.
- Do you want to go?
- Hell, no,
I took vacation days for this.
- Wait till you see
what's out back.
- Oh, you've got
to be kidding me.
- Nice, right?
- Yeah!
- We are definitely
getting in this.
- That was not here the
last time I was here.
- When was that?
- Gosh, over 30 years.
- Before I was born.
- Ouch.
- [scoffs] Just kidding.
Age is just a number, right?
- Yeah. Talk to me when
you're my number.
[Devon laughs]
- Wow. Look at this tree house.
- Also older than you.
[birds singing]
- Willow Cabin, huh?
- Yep.
- I'm no botanist,
but I'm pretty sure this
isn't a willow tree.
- Arborist.
- Huh?
- Arborist. A botanist studies
plants like algae, conifers.
- Oh, there's my sexy
little English teacher.
May I call you professor?
- Well, I'm a high
school teacher,
so that wouldn't
exactly be accurate.
But professor does
have a nice ring to it.
- Why is it called Willow Cabin,
professor?
- That actually was my idea.
- Really?
- The place didn't have
a name when I was a kid.
I started calling it Willow
Cabin when I was a teenager
and it stuck.
- Why, though?
[gentle music]
- Make me a willow
cabin at your gate,
and call upon my soul
within the house.
Write loyal cantons
of contemned love,
And sing them loud even
in the dead of night;
12th night.
- Shakespeare?
- Yeah.
- Beautiful name.
Beautiful place.
Nicely done.
- Thanks.
Guess I've always been a
bit of a literature nerd.
- I'd say more of a romantic.
- That too.
[gentle music continues]
- Okay. I wanna see the rest.
Lead on, Macduff.
- Macbeth.
Impressive.
[soft music]
- Oh. What's upstairs?
- Oh.
Just some extra beds
for renters and storage.
- Can I see?
- Uh, sure.
- I love this roofline.
- Yeah, it just gets
kind of stuffy up there, so.
[knocks on door]
- Ooh!
What's in here?
- Uh, attic space.
More storage.
I don't even have the key.
Talk to the management
company about that.
- Oh, I love it.
[footsteps tapping]
- Through here is the bedroom.
- Ah! The bedroom.
The main one.
The main bedroom.
We can sleep here on the
bed if you...
or, I mean, I can sleep on the
couch and you can take the bed.
I don't want to assume anything.
- Hey.
It might seem like
we gottta rush,
given the raunchy
DMs and the FaceTime
about our mutual obsession with
a British Baking Show and all.
[Albert chuckles]
We don't.
Okay?
[gentle music continues]
- I was serious about
wanting to explore this.
- I am too,
- I just...
I'm a little nervous.
- I get it.
- But I want you to know...
- Mmm-hmm.
...that I am absolutely
chuffed that you're here.
- Spoken like a true Anglophile.
- What can I say?
- Holy shit.
- What?
- It's way past 1:00.
- Well, I just happened to have
a case in my car.
-Oh! My hero.
- I'll go get it.
- Please.
Hey, is that the bathroom?
- Yeah.
- Mind if I freshen up?
- Uh.
- Oh, by the way,
is there any bars up here?
I noticed I didn't
have any service.
I might need to check in
with work at some point.
- About that, not really.
Uh, but yesterday,
I found a sweet spot
out behind the tree house
that seemed to work.
- Oh,
I love finding the sweet spot.
- Raunchy.
- Wine.
- Wine.
[soft music]
[eerie music]
Devon?
[Devon] Yeah?
[birds singing]
[gentle music]
- Nothing.
[eerie music]
[dramatic sting]
- Whoa! Oh!
[Albert breathing heavily]
[Devon chuckles]
- You scared the shit out of me.
- Oh, sorry.
I thought you heard me.
- No, I did not.
- Did you need something?
- Oh.
No, I just...
I was going to ask
if there's anything
you wanted me to bring in.
- You're sweet.
I got it. You get the wine,
- Right.
Your paramedic bag, huh?
- I always carry it with me in
case I come across an accident.
Or if someone of advanced
stage is in distress
due to extreme sexual activity.
- Hilarious.
- Which part?
The advanced stage or the
extreme sexual activity?
- You better watch it,
youngster.
You ain't ready for this jelly.
- What?
- Age is just a number, right?
[Albert groans]
- Hmm, manly.
[they laugh]
- Actually, that really hurt.
[Albert laughs]
[muffled chat]
So you do know that song?
- Of course.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I'm telling you,
I thought it was, uh.
We going down, Carolina.
- That makes no sense.
- It kind of does when
you put it together.
We going down, Carolina.
Don't carry me too far away.
- God, it kind of does.
- I told you.
- What the fuck?
- Right?
- It's almost better.
- I know.
[they laugh]
Okay. Your turn.
- Nah, I'm all out.
Come on.
Think.
- Okay.
Okay.
How about this one?
Why did the chicken
cross the road?
Why did the chicken cr...
What?
Did someone make a song of that?
- No.
The joke.
It's not...
The game.
Oh my God.
- Fine. I'll allow it.
But only because I am curious
about where this is going.
- Why did the chicken
cross the road?
- To get to the other side.
- Exactly.
- I'm lost.
- We all thought
that was hilarious
when we were kids, right?
- I suppose.
[Devon] But why?
- I don't know.
I guess it's the obviousness
of the other side of the road
being the place where
the chicken ends up
after crossing said road?
- What if I told you
it wasn't so obvious?
It actually was quite dark.
Even disturbing.
- Go on.
- Why did the chicken
cross the road?
To get to the other side.
Not the other side of the road.
The...
other side.
[Albert chuckles]
- Wait.
- Holy shit.
[Devon] Yeah.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
The chicken committed suicide?
- Yeah.
My father, the utter
piece of shit that he was.
Thought that that would be
hilarious for a seven-year-old
to know about his
favourite joke.
[dramatic music]
Incidentally, that was
also the age he thought
I should be aware that
Santa Claus wasn't real
and that I was adopted.
[eerie music]
I know, pretty fucked up, right?
But...
that same shittiness that
caused him to get sick
led me to having to
take care of him,
which inspired me
to become an EMT.
So I guess everything
happens for a reason.
- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
- What?
- Your uncle committed suicide.
That was so insensitive of me.
- Oh, no, I...
It hadn't even occurred to me.
- Still, too soon?
Maybe.
- Maybe a little.
So, just out of curiosity,
Catholic boy.
- Uh-oh.
- What are your thoughts
on the other side?
- You mean,
do I believe in heaven and hell?
- Yeah.
- I guess.
I mean, that's what
my faith taught me.
So that's what I
tend to believe.
But...
You can never really
know for sure, can we?
- Hmm.
- What about you?
- I mean, I was also
raised with the whole
heaven and hell thing, but...
I've seen my fair share of
people in their last moments
and I think it's much
more nuanced than
all of that.
- How so?
- I'll take your uncle.
Your faith dictates that
because he took his own life,
he goes to hell,
where the bad people go,
the sinners.
But in my experience,
people who commit suicide
aren't necessarily bad,
they're just lost.
- You're saying my
uncle went to heaven?
- I'm saying he went to
where the lost people go.
[gentle background music]
You okay?
[Albert sighs]
- Whoa.
That wine went
right to my head.
- You want me to get
you some water?
- No. I'm fine,
thanks, I'm just gonna...
use the bathroom.
- Okay.
Hurry back.
[bright music plays]
[upbeat music plays]
Innocently waiting
for the doorman
[slaps face]
[Albert sighs]
[water running]
[Albert sighs]
[dramatic music]
[Devon] No, no, no you're not
fucking with me.
Go away!
[music plays on record player]
Fuck!
[Devon grunting]
- Devon?
- Yeah.
- What's going on?
- Nothing. I think the
wine's getting to me, too.
- Maybe we should just crash.
- No, no, no, no, no,
it's still too early.
Come on, let's
just dance it off.
- I can't dance.
- Yes, you can.
Come on. Can you walk?
- Yes.
- Then you can dance.
Left. Right.
Left. Right.
Walk.
- Would you look at that?
- Mmm-hmm.
- Can I ask you something?
- Anything.
- Why did you come here?
- Because you asked me.
- No.
I mean, aren't you
nervous at all?
Some random guy
asked you to come
to his cabin in the woods and...
You never once thought.
I don't know this person.
Maybe I shouldn't.
- What, did you lure
me here to murder me?
- Maybe.
- I'd be cool with that.
As long as you torture me first.
- I should probably
tell you something
before we go any
further with this.
- Okay.
- I'm married.
- You're married.
[laughter]
- Wait.
How did you know?
- I had a feeling.
- You did?
- I've been with quite a
few married guys before.
[laughter]
- Um, when did you know?
- Pretty much right away.
Hey. It's okay.
It's more common
than you would think.
- What do you mean?
- Some married men who
identify as straight
have male lovers on the side.
They feel like they
need to express
that side of themselves, and...
and sometimes it makes
their marriages stronger.
Hey, it doesn't change anything.
I like you.
Too much.
- Too much?
- I mean a lot.
I like you a lot.
[soft music plays]
- I like you too.
In your eyes it's sunrise
It can wait a little longer
It can wait a little longer
In your eyes it's sunrise
it can wait a little longer
It can wait a little longer
- Vanished into thin air.
[suspenseful music]
Well, there you are.
Where on earth have you been?
I asked you where you'd been.
[loud banging]
Oh!
What's happened?
I've been observing the
landscape from the door
at the end of the corridor.
[loud bang]
[Man 2 on TV] I've just been
along there.
I didn't see you,
the door was shut.
- Actually, [loud bang]
it's on the outside.
- The outside?
- Yes.
Let's try it sometime.
You can take a look at that
coffin, if you remember.
I was interrupted the last time.
- Sure.
[tense music]
Do you mind if I speak
[indistinct]
[tense music continues]
[quirky organ music]
[music ends]
Yes, but it's been
recently occupied.
We asked Mr. Howard
to come in here.
He's with Lady Margaret.
Will you let anyone
else in here?
[Man 2] No.
[indistinct]
[Man 2] Gives me
something to do.
[Man 2] Come quick.
[Man] What is it?
[distorted eerie music]
- Ah!
- Good morning.
- Oh!
[dramatic thud]
- Good morning.
- Coffee?
- Absolutely, yeah.
- You know, if you didn't
want to sleep with me,
you could have
just used the bed.
- Oh. No, I...
- Kidding.
[Devon chuckles]
- Too much wine.
- You know what's
good for hangovers?
Hot tubs.
- Oh, yes!
- Mmm-hmm.
Come on, let's go.
I, I've been looking at you
Underneath this sky
I've never been this high
And you keep smiling at me
And my heart's like ooh
How'd you like to
spin around with me?
Cause I've got a suspicion
that you'd look
perfect next to me
All right
And you can call me crazy
baby, but I call it destiny
Mhm
Ooh, you make me wanna
Make me, wanna make me
wanna throw my hands up
Throw my hands up, hands up
Ooh
say you wanna say you wanna
Say you wanna make
some plans up
Take my hand, love,
dance with me
Ooh, ooh
Take my hand, love,
dance with me
Ooh
Take my hand, love,
dance with me
[laughing]
I say hey,
this thing we got
It's a sad day
It don't go away
So just dance
Ain't nothing left to say
With the world we turn
Let the music play
I got this suspicion
That you'd look
perfect next to me
And you can call me crazy
Baby, but I call it destiny
Ooh
you make me wanna, make
me, wanna make me wanna
throw my hands up, throw
my hands up, hands up.
Ooh
say you wanna say you wanna
Say you wanna make
some plans up
Take my hand, love,
dance with me
Cause we're
perfectly in time
You can turn me on a dime
If you kindly place
your hand in mine
I promise you
Ooh, you make me wanna, make
me wanna, make me wanna
throw my hands up,
throw my hands up
Hands up
Ooh
say you wanna, say you
wanna, say you wanna
make some plans up,
take my hand up
Dance with me
Ooh
you make me wanna, make
me wanna, make me wanna
throw my hands up,
throw my hands up
Hands up
Ooh
say you wanna say, say you
wanna, say you wanna
take my hand up,
dance with me
Ooh
Dance with me
Ooh
[evil laughter]
[machine beeps]
[music continues]
Ooh
Take my hand, love,
dance with me
[fire crackling]
- Okay.
Earliest crush.
[Devon sighs]
- My earliest crush
was kindergarten.
Rose Cavalieri.
Mhm.
- So your first
crush was a girl?
- Yep.
- Did you know you liked boys?
- I started suspecting
in middle school.
Around...
[chuckles] seventh grade.
I developed crushes
on my friends.
My best friend in particular.
Ben.
I'd get butterflies every
time I looked into his eyes.
- So sweet.
- No, it wasn't.
It was...
It was terrible.
I didn't want to accept it,
so I hurt myself
to try to stop it.
- What do you mean?
- Um.
Yeah.
And,
- Oh!
Cut yourself?
Jesus. Why would you do that?
- [sighs] To keep the gay away.
[chuckles] It was
the Bible Belt.
Hetero is what you knew
and what you were taught.
Straight was right,
gay was wrong.
I didn't accept
myself until I was 20.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Unfortunately,
it's not that uncommon.
- No. It's not.
- Oh my, am I sensing
you can relate.
- Well, I mean, I was Catholic,
which I guess is the religious
equivalent of cutting yourself.
[Devon laughs]
Too soon?
- Not at all.
- Growing up Catholic,
I was terrified of sinning.
And that was one of the biggest.
Even thinking about it would
send you right to hell.
- But you thought about it?
- Yeah, I guess I had thoughts.
- Mmm-hmm.
And did you act on them?
[chuckling]
- When I was 14,
there was someone.
- Mmm-hmm.
- We had this whole experience.
It was really exciting
because it was dangerous.
It was also really beautiful
and confusing.
- Sexually?
- Yeah, but more because
he was my cousin.
- Oh!
Wow!
Cousin as in, like, your unc...
your uncle's?
Wow, that's scandalous.
- You can say that.
- Do tell.
[gentle music]
- My cousin and I were close.
Sort of seasonal best friends.
-Mmm-hmm.
For most of my childhood,
I'd spent summers up here.
My parents had this Christian
retreat in Arrowhead every year,
so they'd drop me off.
But that summer...
something changed.
He was tall and funny and...
just different.
- Hmm.
- Things started innocently
enough, holding hands
when we were alone
in the treehouse
or on those trails right there.
Never felt wrong, just...
kind of natural.
- Right.
- Then...
we'd practice kissing
on each other.
[Devon laughs]
We'd talk about the
girls we had crushes on,
and we'd say we had to
get the kissing just right
because neither of us
had ever kissed a girl,
and we didn't want to
mess it up when we did.
We were nerds.
Book nerds.
- Mmm-hmm.
- Other than girls,
that's all we talked about.
Mostly mystery stuff.
Murder on the Orient Express,
Hound of the Baskerville's,
Count of Monte Cristo.
But that summer,
I happened to have a copy
of Twelfth Night with me.
- Willow Cabin.
- Do you know the play?
- I kind of remember it.
It's a long time ago.
What is it about the shipwreck
and the brother and the sister,
and the sister
pretends to be a man?
- Viola.
- Exactly.
- We were obsessed with it.
We spent the entire
summer picking it apart
and figuring out the language.
We just couldn't get
enough of the love triangle
between Viola,
or Cesario as a man,
and the Duke and Olivia.
Obsessive love versus
romantic love versus
forbidden love.
And it became our thing.
It's one of the happiest
times of my life.
- How far did you go?
- What do you mean?
- Sexually?
[Devon laughs]
- Just some, some,
kissing and fooling
around a bit.
It was silly.
- It doesn't sound silly.
Whatever happened to, um,
what's your cousin's name?
- Stevie.
- Stevie?
[laughs] Whatever happened to
Stevie after that summer?
- Actually, he ran
away or something.
And that was the
last time I saw him.
- Oh!
I'm sorry, that's...
[soft music plays]
- I don't know.
It was a long time ago,
we were kids,
and you get over things
at that age pretty quickly.
- But still,
it's your first
sexual experience.
It means a lot.
Yeah, I...
I guess, I never really
thought about it like that.
More like we were
experimenting or something.
- After that kiss last night,
it seems like you're
still experimenting.
[laughter]
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Do you want to
continue the experiment,
professor?
[soft music continues]
- I think so, yeah.
- Okay,
good.
[Albert chuckles]
[laughter]
- Oh!
[laughing]
- Have I?
- I got it, I got it.
[laughter]
Come here.
- Oh!
- Yeah.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Oh!
Oh!
[dramatic music]
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Was that too much?
- No, no. [chuckles]
It's amazing.
- We can stop.
- I don't want to stop.
- Okay.
[gentle music]
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
- It's just...
It's a lot.
[laughter]
- I know.
Hey.
I'm not going anywhere.
Tomorrow the
experiment continues.
Okay?
- Yeah.
[heavy dance music]
[eerie music]
- I don't think I'm
ready for that.
- Yeah.
[eerie music continues]
Devon, stop!
- Albert?
Did you say something?
- No.
- Sorry. I must have woken you
up when I flushed the toilet.
Go back to sleep.
[eerie music]
[dramatic thud]
[birds singing]
[Devon yawns]
[suspenseful music]
[water running]
[suspenseful music continues]
[manic laughter]
[suspenseful music continues]
[dramatic music]
[tense music]
[turns off shower]
[suspenseful music]
[shower turns on]
[water running]
[suspenseful music]
[dramatic music]
[suspenseful music]
[turns off shower]
[water gurgling]
[birds singing]
[Albert snoring]
[Devon chuckles]
[door creaks]
[gentle music]
[eerie music]
[gentle music]
[eerie music]
[gentle music]
[tense music]
You must be Uncle Russell
and Cousin Stevie.
[chuckles]
He was cute.
I don't blame you
at all, Albert.
[gentle music]
Cody and me.
Wait.
What?
Cody and me.
[footsteps tapping]
- What were you doing up there?
- I thought I heard
something moving.
I thought maybe a critter
got in here and then.
Actually, I wanted to
share something with you.
- I found these...
- I'd rather
- you not go up there.
- Okay.
I'm sorry.
Didn't seem like it
was an issue before.
- Well, it is.
It's an issue.
I don't want you up there.
- Sure.
Your cabin, your rules.
[tense music]
Albert.
Good morning.
- Good morning.
[sighs]
Do you want to get
out of here today?
Maybe walk down to the lake?
- Yeah, sure.
Sounds good.
- Great.
[birds chirping]
[gentle music]
Did you get the water?
- Last one, so we can share?
- Sure.
[eerie music]
[door creaks]
[banging, groaning]
[Albert] Oh my God.
Are you okay?
Okay, okay.
All right.
[electricity crackling]
All right. I got you.
It's okay.
- [Devon groaning] It's my knee.
- Take it slow.
Take it slow.
- Man, I really wanted
to see that lake today.
- Yeah, well, we were about
20ft on our way there.
- So close.
[chuckles]
I'll get some ice.
- No, actually, I have instant
cold packs in my paramedic bag.
That'll be better.
[Devon sighs]
[bag unzipping]
- Will fentanyl help?
[Devon] Don't even touch that.
I'd rather not lose my job.
Just grab me an
instant cold pack
and an ace bandage?
Should be up front.
- Here you go.
- Wow, look at you.
Who's the EMT now?
- Have some water.
How did it happen?
Did you miss a stair?
- No, it's an old injury.
My knee just gives
out sometimes.
- Yikes.
Doesn't that affect your job?
- I usually wear my brace,
but I forgot to pack it.
- How did it happen?
- Football.
- Really?
- No.
[laughter]
No, it was a kick to the
knee by an ex arsehole.
- Oh my God.
- Let's just say I haven't
exactly chosen wisely
relationship-wise.
I tend to gravitate towards
broken guys I think I can fix.
- I won't take offence seeing
as how we met on an app.
- No, no, I had the broken guys
I think I can fix filter on.
- Is that right?
- Yeah.
- I had the smart-arses who
think they're funny filter on.
[Devon laughs]
- We've got to
change our filters.
- Listen,
I know I was weird this morning.
- It's okay.
- I'm just...
I'm having a really
great time with you.
And last night was so...
- Hot?
[laughter]
- Yeah, hot.
It's really hot.
But then I had this
terrible dream and
I couldn't get back to sleep.
And I couldn't stop
thinking about Jen.
And I'm sorry.
- Thank you for apologising.
Is Jen your wife?
- Yeah.
- Would it help to
tell me about her?
[Albert sighs]
How'd you all meet?
- I dropped a wrench on her.
- What?
- I was on the
homecoming committee.
I was up on a ladder working
on a stage type thing,
and she climbed up behind me,
holding this banner I had to
attach to the pole above me.
[tense music]
So she's inching by me,
trying to hand me the
loop from the banner,
and I had one hand in
the hand with the wrench
on the pole,
and with the other hand I'm
trying to grab the banner
and the wrench just...
popped out of my hand and hit
her square between the eyes.
And she let out the
cutest little yelp
and I dropped everything.
And just instinctively
kissed her head.
[tense music continues]
And that was it.
- Wow.
- Years later, for our 20th
she had the wrench bronzed
and she put it on a plaque.
- She kept the wrench?
- She kept the wrench.
The plaque said,
"It's been 20 years since you
threw a wrench in my life
and I couldn't love you more."
- She sounds amazing.
- She is.
So's my kid.
You have a kid?
[dramatic music]
- Yeah.
- Boy or girl?
- Boy.
- How old?
- 16.
- Wow.
- Yeah.
- What's his name?
- I call him slick.
- Why?
- Ever since he was four,
he's wanted us to
slick his hair back.
He's very pernickety like that.
- What's his real name?
- Um.
That's kind of...
I don't think I'm really ready
to talk about that just yet.
- Okay,
I understand.
I should probably
check in on them.
- You mind?
- No, not at all.
- I think you should.
- Okay.
Back in a bit.
Hi. Hi.
No, I saw that you
called just now.
The service appears really bad.
It's hard to find reception.
I know I could have,
but I've just been getting
the place ready for showings.
Yeah.
Yes, Jen.
Well, I can't be in
two places at once,
so you're going to need to get
a quote from the moving company.
We don't need one for the
cabin just for the house.
You wanted me to
take care of it,
so that is what I'm doing.
You think I enjoy living
in a hotel for two months?
Can I please talk to him?
Look, I know that he is upset.
Wait. What?
You what?
No. Jen.
Can we just please
talk about this?
Well, at least wait
until I am back.
I will come back.
But...
Oh, for God's sakes, Jen,
don't be fucking ridiculous.
Hello?
Hello, Jen.
God damn it!
[dramatic music]
Can I help you?
[eerie music]
It's private property.
It's private property.
Will you please go?
Look, I have no problem
calling the police.
- Albert!
[birds chirping]
[eerie music continues]
Do you want some lunch?
This is pretty much
the last of the food.
I can go into town
to pick things up
after lunch if you want me to.
Do you want to talk about it?
- Talk about what?
- What happened on
the phone with Jen?
- No.
- Okay.
- You know what?
I think it's best
if we just pack up
and get out of here tonight.
- Tonight?
- Yeah.
We've had our fun, and now it's
time to get back to reality.
- Sure.
That's fine.
Back in reality, do we get
to see each other again?
- Maybe.
I just have a lot going on
with work and my family.
- Well, you're more than
welcome to stay at my place,
anytime you need to get away or
whatever.
- Get away?
Get away from what?
From my family.
- No, of course not.
In fact, I think
you should spend
some quality time
with your family.
You know,
being honest with them, it
might help the situation.
- What situation?
- With you and Jen.
I heard you telling her that
you're up here,
showing the place.
That's obviously not true.
- That's really
not your business.
- Fair. But it doesn't change
the fact that you're lying
to the people that love you.
Your wife loves you
very much, Albert,
maybe you should
trust that she might
understand all this.
- There is no this.
- There absolutely is a this.
There 100% is a this, Albert,
and the more you
try to avoid it,
the more you're going to
push everyone away from you.
- Do you make it a habit to
counsel all the married guys
who suck you off?
- No, just the ones
who suck me off
and then lie about
their sexuality.
- Being a whore for
married men
doesn't make you some sort
of expert on sexuality.
[Devon laughs]
- Actually, that's
exactly what it makes me.
But not that
judgement means anything
coming from a
closeted 49-year-old
who's using me as
a placeholder
for his adolescent
gay fantasies.
- First of all, you are
nothing like Stevie,
so don't even go there.
And secondly, I am not gay.
- Then what?
You just like doing
things you shouldn't?
- What is that even
supposed to mean?
- Coming up here to
fuck around with Stevie
behind your parent's back.
Coming up here to fuck around
with me behind your wife's back?
Either you're gay or
you're just an arsehole.
- I'm not gay.
Bi, bi-curious.
Same world, slightly different
shade of pink, Albert.
- I'm not any of
those things, Devon!
I have a family.
- So did your uncle!
Excuse me?
- Your uncle was gay.
- What the fuck are
you talking about?
- See? You didn't even know.
None of you did.
How's that working
for your family?
- What is this?
- That's your uncle, right?
- Where did you get these?
- In a box hidden
in a wall by a man
who was obviously
hiding from his family.
Sound familiar?
- Get out.
- Maybe if Russell had
been honest with you all,
you wouldn't be in this
situation right now.
Do you really want your son to
end up as fucked up as you are?
- Get out!
- Wow.
I really thought
you were different.
[gentle music]
- Fuck!
[suspenseful music]
[manic laughter]
Fuck off. It's over.
[suspenseful music continues]
Well, this has been lovely.
Okay.
- God damn it!
Fuck!
[tense music]
[knocking on door]
- You're not going
to believe this.
[trunk slams]
Maybe we try to jump it.
- Do you have cables?
- I think so.
- Okay.
I'll turn my car around, then
just drift yours
back to neutral.
- Sure.
Yeah.
[engine sputtering]
[tense music]
[knocking on glass]
What's wrong?
[gentle music]
- My car is dead too.
- What?
- Completely dead.
- What the hell?
Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.
- You just said you don't
know anything about cars.
- Devon.
It's dead.
- What the hell?
Is someone fucking with us?
Wait. You're fucking
with me, aren't you?
- What? Why would I... no!
I'm.....
Some drunk kids
must have come along
in the middle of the
night or something.
- Drunk kids?
- I don't know, Devon.
It's either that or we both
randomly left our headlights on.
- It seems unlikely, Albert.
- Anyway,
it's a moot point.
We just need to get someone
up here to fix them.
Why don't you try to call
AAA from the sweet spot.
I will walk up the road and
see if I can find anyone.
- All right.
[gentle music continues]
What the...
[eerie music]
What the hell?
You gotta be kidding me.
[eerie music continues]
I thought you were
going down the road.
- I was. I did.
I was walking down the
road and then I was there,
and I... and I saw you.
- This isn't funny.
Stop! Please!
- Devon...
- No! Stop it, Albert!
Just make the cars go,
and I'll leave, okay?
- I, I didn't I, I didn't...
- Fuck you.
Fuck you!
Just fuck off, okay?
Just fucking leave me alone.
- Devon!
[eerie music continues]
Hello?
[man laughs]
[eerie music]
- Maybe there's some
way we can signal.
- I can try to figure out
how to get on the roof,
maybe light a signal
fire or something.
- A signal fire?
On the roof of a wooden cabin?
- Well, if the cabin burns,
someone is bound
to see it, right?
- Do you even hear
yourself right now?
- I don't know, Devon.
I'm just trying out solutions.
- Well, cross that one
off the list, please.
Wait.
Jen knows you're up
here, doesn't she?
She thinks you're showing
the cabin or whatever.
But won't she make some calls
if she doesn't hear from you.
- Maybe.
- And I texted my
partner at work.
She knows I'm at Big Bear.
If she doesn't hear from
me in a couple of days,
she'll send the
local authorities.
We just have to wait it out.
Someone will come.
[Albert sighs]
[dramatic music]
[banging]
[loud organ music]
Open the door!
[eerie music]
- Should be a...
[loud noise]
[tense music]
[breathing heavily]
Albert!
The door is open.
[tense music continues]
[menacing music]
Oh my God.
The door! Open it!
I can't, it's not opening!
[tense music continues]
The door!
- Devon!
- Albert!
- Help me!
[groaning]
[manic laughter]
[tense music continues]
[dramatic thud]
- Wait. No, don't.
- We can't stay in here.
- Please?
- I'm just going to
take a quick look.
- Okay, okay, okay.
[door creaks]
[eerie music]
- Come on, come on.
- Okay.
Let's go, let's go!
[Albert] Ah! Don't trip!
[Devon] Ah, shit!
[Albert] Are you okay?
[Devon] Yeah, yeah.
[eerie music continues]
No, no, no, no!
[indistinct shouting]
[Albert] Help!
[Devon] Somebody help us!
Help!
- Okay? Okay.
Water.
We need water,
we're definitely dehydrated.
You'd be surprised
the kind of things
that dehydration
would make you do.
Confusion, disorientation,
the inability to have
rational thoughts.
- Where are you going?
- Kitchen.
- No.
- But you can't.
- I can, and I will,
that's where the water is.
- That thing.
- That thing is in there.
- That is not a thing!
That
is a man.
An awful, abusive, putrid man.
And I'm not going
to let that man
stop me from getting
into that kitchen.
I mean, he ever since
the day he died,
he's been trying to stop me.
I mean, not literally
trying to stop me
because that would be
fucking crazy, right?
But in my mind, in my mind,
he's always trying to stop me.
You know, like laughing
at me like he always did.
Mocking me like he always did.
Making me second guess
every fucking thing,
every fucking minute
of every fucking day.
So you know what I do?
You know what I do?
I just fuck everything up.
I fuck everything up to keep
him out of my goddamn head.
Completely unhappy.
But I don't care.
Meaningless bullshit
relationships
after meaningless
bullshit relationships,
but I don't care.
Because anytime I start to get
slightly close to somebody,
he just fucking shows up
and ruins everything.
You people,
married men are the best.
You can't commit,
so I can't commit
and he shuts the fuck up.
But I screwed up, I screwed up,
and I fell for you.
And now he's back.
But not in my head any more.
No, no.
You must really be
fucking special because
he's actually fucking here.
Like, literally fucking here.
Like in the fucking kitchen.
[laughs] And since this fucked
up snow globe bullshit
that's surrounding your fucked
up cabin won't let us leave,
I am not going to let my
dead son of a bitch father
stop me from getting into
that goddamn fucking kitchen
to get some fucking
food and water.
[door closes]
Fuck!
[eerie music]
- Devon?
Devon!
[suspenseful music]
[tap squeaks]
[eerie music]
[knocking on door]
Managed to salvage a
little bit of rice.
There's no in and out, but...
may help.
- It was your profile.
- What?
- The first day you
asked why I came up here.
It was your profile.
- Really?
- In classrooms where
the young minds bloom.
I weaved my words
to spell the gloom.
An English teacher
by daylight's grace.
With poetry's passion
I find my place.
- Oh no.
- In school bells chime
with their final ring.
The night presents
a forbidden fling.
A class
and pleasure.
Of course that's new.
Perhaps that tryst
will be with you.
- I can't believe you
memorised the whole thing.
It's embarrassing.
- I disagree.
I thought it was
elegant and witty.
Turns out that was a
perfect description of you.
- Electricity's still out.
- Shit.
- All the food is rotten.
- I know.
- How is that possible?
- I don't know.
- The water isn't working.
- No.
- How long can we
last without water?
- Three days, maybe.
- How long has it been?
- I don't know, 24 hours.
But the food.
Things are happening
faster than they should.
- It doesn't make sense.
None of this makes
any fucking sense.
[Albert sobbing]
[Albert sighs]
[sombre music]
I'm so scared.
- I know.
- I'm scared that we
are never going to
get out of here.
I'm scared that I'm not
going to see my son again.
- Don't say that.
- You don't understand, Devon.
I have to see my son again.
- You will.
- If we can't get out of here,
the last thing that he
will remember about me.
Oh my God, oh.
- We'll get out of here.
We'll figure it out.
- I'm so sorry for
bringing you here.
[sombre music continues]
I never should have
come back here.
- This isn't your fault, Albert.
How could you have possibly
known what was going to happen?
- I knew.
I knew that my uncle
ended his own life.
And I knew it was because
Stevie ran off and
disappeared into the woods.
And I knew that he
disappeared because
Russell, my uncle, beat him,
after he found Stevie
and I together.
- Oh my God.
- But I thought if I could just
feel some of the happiness that
I felt with Stevie again,
I could...
take back that part of me,
and then I would be able to
fix what I did with my son,
and all the bad
things would go away.
- What happened?
- My son.
Found some
pictures
and some texts between a
student of mine and myself.
He confronted me, and,
I just, I lost it,
in the rage,
the confusion, the fear.
I could have
talked to him.
I could have told him
what was going on with me.
I could have told him
that I knew was wrong,
but instead I, I,
beat him.
- Jesus.
Is he okay?
- Yeah.
I mean, physically, he's okay.
But it's been three months
and he still won't talk to me.
And I'm terrified.
I'm terrified
that if we can't
get out of here.
I can't get back and
explain everything to him.
If I can't
tell him
about
who I am
and why I did what I did.
Then he will disappear too.
- It's not.
[loud bang]
[loud knocking]
- Ah!
[both screaming]
[dramatic thud]
[door creaking]
I'm officially
calling a moratorium
on the term sweet spot.
Battery's almost dead anyway.
- Yours lasted longer than mine.
- Is that a euphemism?
- I'd love to take credit
for managing having
wit right now, but
my brain is definitely
not working right.
I can barely read.
- What have you got there?
- Your copy of 12th Night.
[Albert chuckles]
- This isn't mine.
- Stevie's?
- Not that I remember.
- There's a note in it.
I thought maybe Stevie
wrote it to you.
- "But come what may,
I do adore thee.
So that danger shall seem sport.
And I will go.
See you soon."
I never saw this.
- I'm sorry.
I just assumed.
- It's okay, it's just
strange.
- I'm gonna
go for a water search out front.
Just relax for a bit.
- Yeah.
Okay.
[tense music]
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
[body thuds]
Devon?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come on.
Okay. All right.
Oh!
Hey, look at me, huh?
You're okay.
- That's not good.
- It's fine, you're fine.
- Take it from an EMT,
I'm really not.
- You just probably got
light-headed, that's all.
- Albert,
this is late-stage dehydration.
Organ failure is next.
- No, no.
- I'm dying.
- No.
You aren't.
- It's true.
- It's not.
- Albert.
- I am not going to
let you die.
- Albert.
- I'm going to get us
out of here, okay?
You just hang on
a little longer.
- This is it.
This is it. I'm sorry.
[sombre music]
Hey, why did the
chicken cross the road?
[Albert laughs]
- To get to the other side.
- See? It's still funny.
[eerie music]
What is it?
Albert.
[suspenseful music]
- Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Okay, okay.
Look at this.
This is my uncle's handwriting.
This was his.
- Okay.
- This article was
folded up as a bookmark.
They found Stevie's
body in a ravine.
He fell, broke his neck,
and couldn't get out.
This article was
folded next to this.
See you soon.
Russell
wasn't bad.
He was just lost.
- I'm not following.
He...
He knew he was dead.
And he committed suicide
to be with Stevie.
He went to the other side.
But what if the other side
wasn't where Stevie was?
- What do you mean?
Stevie died of exposure.
Russell took his own life.
Maybe they went to
different places.
Devon.
I think I know a way
to get us out of here.
- You're freaking
me out a little.
- If there's a way to
get to where he is,
maybe I could talk to him.
Help convince him to end this.
I just need to get there.
- Get where?
[suspenseful music continues]
- To the place where
lost people go.
- You mean kill yourself?
[tense music]
- Yeah.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
We don't even know what this is,
let alone whether or not
your uncle is actively
making it happen.
All we know is that
we're already dying.
- Exactly.
And if there is any
way to stop this,
any possibility,
I'm going to try it.
Because I'm not just going to
sit here and watch you die.
I can't just...
- Explain it to me again,
slowly, please.
- If there was a way
for me to end my life
and see if that connects me
to Russell on the other side,
- Yeah.
and while there is still time,
you resuscitate me.
You bring me back and we
get the fuck out of here.
- Or I just end up
watching you die.
- What have we got to lose?
- Fentanyl.
You can stop your heart with
an overdose of fentanyl.
And I theoretically could
bring you back with naloxone.
Although there's a huge
chance it won't work
and an even bigger chance
you'll end up brain-dead.
- I'm willing to
take that chance.
[suspenseful music]
- Okay.
- Okay?
Okay.
Let's do it.
Let's do this now,
before you get any worse.
I'm gonna go get your bag so
you can get everything ready.
- Albert.
Write to your son,
just in case.
[gentle music]
You gonna find the vein.
Insert the needle.
- Okay.
- Put this in your mouth.
Push the plunger.
Release.
- Got it.
[gentle music continues]
- Thank you
for doing this.
- I love you.
You should too.
You're pretty great.
[gentle music continues]
See you soon.
[Albert gasps]
[tense music]
[organ music]
Uncle Russ?
[tense music]
- You should be ashamed.
- Uncle Russell?
Russell,
what's going on?
What is this?
[tense music continues]
No!
[gunshot]
[organ music]
[tense music continues]
- You should be ashamed.
- Wait! Stop!
Don't go up there!
Russell, stop and
talk to me, please.
Russell, stop!
[gunshot]
No! Not again.
[organ music]
- You should be ashamed.
- How can I help you?
Let me help you.
Russell, wait.
I'm here.
[gunshot]
Russell, I love you,
and I want to get
us out of this.
All of us.
[clock ticking]
[suspenseful music]
[eerie music]
[Devon screams]
- You should be ashamed.
- I hear you.
I just don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do!
[gunshot]
[organ music]
[tense music]
- You should be ashamed.
- I was!
I was.
I was.
I was so ashamed.
Ashamed of myself.
But I'm not ashamed any more.
[gentle music]
I'm not that person.
And neither are you.
[eerie music intensifies]
[organ music]
[suspenseful music]
[Russell breathing heavily]
Make me a willow
cabin at your gate.
And call upon my soul
within the house.
Bright, loyal cantons
of contented love.
And sing them loud.
Even in the dead of night.
Hallow your name to
the reverberate hills.
And make the babbling
gossip of the air.
Cry out.
[Devon gasps]
[alarm clock ringing]
[ethereal music getting louder]
Oh, turn away
[indistinct]
the cinder block and the
road beside the lane
In yourself confide
It's fate, its hand are tied
and like a good neighbour
Death himself, goodbye
This is your second chance
Bump up against the odds.
You've got every
hour of the day
You better get me one
Make that a million times
Now that you're
here for good
you can be here
for good
[indistinct]
the ladder to the roof
[indistinct]
Oh
Sorrow never falls
the ghost of just before
[indistinct]
This is your second chance
Bump up against the armour
You've got every
hour of the day
You bet against me once
Make that a million times
Now that you're
here for good
you can be here
for good
[logo chimes]
[banging]
[Man] No, no, no.
[men screaming]
[engine rumbling]
[door creaks]
[buttons clicking]
[message chimes]
[Albert sighs]
[insects chirping]
- Hot tub.
[Albert sighs]
Come on.
Oh. Oh!
Okay.
[sighs]
Hey, it's Albert.
I know you're working,
but I just wanted to make sure
that you had all the directions.
I'm really looking
forward to this.
To you...
I mean, to you being here.
Really looking
forward to seeing you.
So I will see you
when I see you.
I will see you when I see you.
Jesus.
[message chimes]
Shit.
[gentle music]
[muffled voices]
[eerie music]
[muffled voices continue]
- You should be ashamed.
[dramatic thud]
[Albert breathing heavily]
[gentle music]
[car horn honks]
[chair scrapes]
[gargling]
[birds singing]
[door opens]
Hello?
[Devon] Hi there.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- It's beautiful.
- Did you have
trouble finding it?
- Not at all.
I saw your car.
Lots of cabins,
but I haven't seen any other
cars since I went through town.
- Yeah, it's completely deserted
up here this time of year.
- Yeah.
- Five days in heaven,
as promised.
- Very much appreciated.
[soft music]
It's stunning.
- Yeah.
I forgot how much
I love this place.
I spent a lot of time up
here as a kid with my family.
I actually learned
to swim in the lake,
which is just back
down the hill a bit.
We can go down there
later if you, uh,
and, um, you know,
we used to have a boat,
but that's long gone.
I think you can rent boats
if that's something that
interests you or, uh, we can...
Whatever it is you
think you want to do.
I am going to stop talking now.
- You're adorable.
It's nice to see you in person.
- It's nice to see you.
- Hug?
- Yeah.
[they laugh]
Can I show you around?
- Please.
Welcome to Willow Cabin.
- Wow!
It's fabulous.
Wood beams? Stone fireplace?
- My grandfather built it when
he got back from World War Two,
and my uncle inherited it
and used it as a vacation
spot for his family.
- Is that an Organ?
Yeah, a foot pump
organ, actually.
My grandfather played.
My uncle played too,
but I think it's broken,
if I remember correctly.
- That's a bummer.
[Albert] Do you play?
- Piano lessons for years.
- Jealous. I don't have a
musical bone in my body.
- It wasn't really my choice.
Strict parents.
- Me too.
Catholic?
- Baptist.
- I got you beat.
- Truth.
Wow. Look at that kitchen.
So cute.
[soft music]
- How about this stove, huh?
- Oh, incredible.
- It's the original.
The management company
wanted to maintain that
50s charm kind of thing.
- Management company?
I thought you said
it was your uncle's.
- It's been a rental
since my uncle passed.
It was hung up at family
squabbles for years.
Suicide always
complicates things.
- Suicide?
Your uncle committed
suicide here?
- I'm not really
sure exactly where.
I was always left out
of that conversation.
But...
up here somewhere.
Yeah.
- Creepy.
- Do you want to go?
- Hell, no,
I took vacation days for this.
- Wait till you see
what's out back.
- Oh, you've got
to be kidding me.
- Nice, right?
- Yeah!
- We are definitely
getting in this.
- That was not here the
last time I was here.
- When was that?
- Gosh, over 30 years.
- Before I was born.
- Ouch.
- [scoffs] Just kidding.
Age is just a number, right?
- Yeah. Talk to me when
you're my number.
[Devon laughs]
- Wow. Look at this tree house.
- Also older than you.
[birds singing]
- Willow Cabin, huh?
- Yep.
- I'm no botanist,
but I'm pretty sure this
isn't a willow tree.
- Arborist.
- Huh?
- Arborist. A botanist studies
plants like algae, conifers.
- Oh, there's my sexy
little English teacher.
May I call you professor?
- Well, I'm a high
school teacher,
so that wouldn't
exactly be accurate.
But professor does
have a nice ring to it.
- Why is it called Willow Cabin,
professor?
- That actually was my idea.
- Really?
- The place didn't have
a name when I was a kid.
I started calling it Willow
Cabin when I was a teenager
and it stuck.
- Why, though?
[gentle music]
- Make me a willow
cabin at your gate,
and call upon my soul
within the house.
Write loyal cantons
of contemned love,
And sing them loud even
in the dead of night;
12th night.
- Shakespeare?
- Yeah.
- Beautiful name.
Beautiful place.
Nicely done.
- Thanks.
Guess I've always been a
bit of a literature nerd.
- I'd say more of a romantic.
- That too.
[gentle music continues]
- Okay. I wanna see the rest.
Lead on, Macduff.
- Macbeth.
Impressive.
[soft music]
- Oh. What's upstairs?
- Oh.
Just some extra beds
for renters and storage.
- Can I see?
- Uh, sure.
- I love this roofline.
- Yeah, it just gets
kind of stuffy up there, so.
[knocks on door]
- Ooh!
What's in here?
- Uh, attic space.
More storage.
I don't even have the key.
Talk to the management
company about that.
- Oh, I love it.
[footsteps tapping]
- Through here is the bedroom.
- Ah! The bedroom.
The main one.
The main bedroom.
We can sleep here on the
bed if you...
or, I mean, I can sleep on the
couch and you can take the bed.
I don't want to assume anything.
- Hey.
It might seem like
we gottta rush,
given the raunchy
DMs and the FaceTime
about our mutual obsession with
a British Baking Show and all.
[Albert chuckles]
We don't.
Okay?
[gentle music continues]
- I was serious about
wanting to explore this.
- I am too,
- I just...
I'm a little nervous.
- I get it.
- But I want you to know...
- Mmm-hmm.
...that I am absolutely
chuffed that you're here.
- Spoken like a true Anglophile.
- What can I say?
- Holy shit.
- What?
- It's way past 1:00.
- Well, I just happened to have
a case in my car.
-Oh! My hero.
- I'll go get it.
- Please.
Hey, is that the bathroom?
- Yeah.
- Mind if I freshen up?
- Uh.
- Oh, by the way,
is there any bars up here?
I noticed I didn't
have any service.
I might need to check in
with work at some point.
- About that, not really.
Uh, but yesterday,
I found a sweet spot
out behind the tree house
that seemed to work.
- Oh,
I love finding the sweet spot.
- Raunchy.
- Wine.
- Wine.
[soft music]
[eerie music]
Devon?
[Devon] Yeah?
[birds singing]
[gentle music]
- Nothing.
[eerie music]
[dramatic sting]
- Whoa! Oh!
[Albert breathing heavily]
[Devon chuckles]
- You scared the shit out of me.
- Oh, sorry.
I thought you heard me.
- No, I did not.
- Did you need something?
- Oh.
No, I just...
I was going to ask
if there's anything
you wanted me to bring in.
- You're sweet.
I got it. You get the wine,
- Right.
Your paramedic bag, huh?
- I always carry it with me in
case I come across an accident.
Or if someone of advanced
stage is in distress
due to extreme sexual activity.
- Hilarious.
- Which part?
The advanced stage or the
extreme sexual activity?
- You better watch it,
youngster.
You ain't ready for this jelly.
- What?
- Age is just a number, right?
[Albert groans]
- Hmm, manly.
[they laugh]
- Actually, that really hurt.
[Albert laughs]
[muffled chat]
So you do know that song?
- Of course.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I'm telling you,
I thought it was, uh.
We going down, Carolina.
- That makes no sense.
- It kind of does when
you put it together.
We going down, Carolina.
Don't carry me too far away.
- God, it kind of does.
- I told you.
- What the fuck?
- Right?
- It's almost better.
- I know.
[they laugh]
Okay. Your turn.
- Nah, I'm all out.
Come on.
Think.
- Okay.
Okay.
How about this one?
Why did the chicken
cross the road?
Why did the chicken cr...
What?
Did someone make a song of that?
- No.
The joke.
It's not...
The game.
Oh my God.
- Fine. I'll allow it.
But only because I am curious
about where this is going.
- Why did the chicken
cross the road?
- To get to the other side.
- Exactly.
- I'm lost.
- We all thought
that was hilarious
when we were kids, right?
- I suppose.
[Devon] But why?
- I don't know.
I guess it's the obviousness
of the other side of the road
being the place where
the chicken ends up
after crossing said road?
- What if I told you
it wasn't so obvious?
It actually was quite dark.
Even disturbing.
- Go on.
- Why did the chicken
cross the road?
To get to the other side.
Not the other side of the road.
The...
other side.
[Albert chuckles]
- Wait.
- Holy shit.
[Devon] Yeah.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
The chicken committed suicide?
- Yeah.
My father, the utter
piece of shit that he was.
Thought that that would be
hilarious for a seven-year-old
to know about his
favourite joke.
[dramatic music]
Incidentally, that was
also the age he thought
I should be aware that
Santa Claus wasn't real
and that I was adopted.
[eerie music]
I know, pretty fucked up, right?
But...
that same shittiness that
caused him to get sick
led me to having to
take care of him,
which inspired me
to become an EMT.
So I guess everything
happens for a reason.
- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
- What?
- Your uncle committed suicide.
That was so insensitive of me.
- Oh, no, I...
It hadn't even occurred to me.
- Still, too soon?
Maybe.
- Maybe a little.
So, just out of curiosity,
Catholic boy.
- Uh-oh.
- What are your thoughts
on the other side?
- You mean,
do I believe in heaven and hell?
- Yeah.
- I guess.
I mean, that's what
my faith taught me.
So that's what I
tend to believe.
But...
You can never really
know for sure, can we?
- Hmm.
- What about you?
- I mean, I was also
raised with the whole
heaven and hell thing, but...
I've seen my fair share of
people in their last moments
and I think it's much
more nuanced than
all of that.
- How so?
- I'll take your uncle.
Your faith dictates that
because he took his own life,
he goes to hell,
where the bad people go,
the sinners.
But in my experience,
people who commit suicide
aren't necessarily bad,
they're just lost.
- You're saying my
uncle went to heaven?
- I'm saying he went to
where the lost people go.
[gentle background music]
You okay?
[Albert sighs]
- Whoa.
That wine went
right to my head.
- You want me to get
you some water?
- No. I'm fine,
thanks, I'm just gonna...
use the bathroom.
- Okay.
Hurry back.
[bright music plays]
[upbeat music plays]
Innocently waiting
for the doorman
[slaps face]
[Albert sighs]
[water running]
[Albert sighs]
[dramatic music]
[Devon] No, no, no you're not
fucking with me.
Go away!
[music plays on record player]
Fuck!
[Devon grunting]
- Devon?
- Yeah.
- What's going on?
- Nothing. I think the
wine's getting to me, too.
- Maybe we should just crash.
- No, no, no, no, no,
it's still too early.
Come on, let's
just dance it off.
- I can't dance.
- Yes, you can.
Come on. Can you walk?
- Yes.
- Then you can dance.
Left. Right.
Left. Right.
Walk.
- Would you look at that?
- Mmm-hmm.
- Can I ask you something?
- Anything.
- Why did you come here?
- Because you asked me.
- No.
I mean, aren't you
nervous at all?
Some random guy
asked you to come
to his cabin in the woods and...
You never once thought.
I don't know this person.
Maybe I shouldn't.
- What, did you lure
me here to murder me?
- Maybe.
- I'd be cool with that.
As long as you torture me first.
- I should probably
tell you something
before we go any
further with this.
- Okay.
- I'm married.
- You're married.
[laughter]
- Wait.
How did you know?
- I had a feeling.
- You did?
- I've been with quite a
few married guys before.
[laughter]
- Um, when did you know?
- Pretty much right away.
Hey. It's okay.
It's more common
than you would think.
- What do you mean?
- Some married men who
identify as straight
have male lovers on the side.
They feel like they
need to express
that side of themselves, and...
and sometimes it makes
their marriages stronger.
Hey, it doesn't change anything.
I like you.
Too much.
- Too much?
- I mean a lot.
I like you a lot.
[soft music plays]
- I like you too.
In your eyes it's sunrise
It can wait a little longer
It can wait a little longer
In your eyes it's sunrise
it can wait a little longer
It can wait a little longer
- Vanished into thin air.
[suspenseful music]
Well, there you are.
Where on earth have you been?
I asked you where you'd been.
[loud banging]
Oh!
What's happened?
I've been observing the
landscape from the door
at the end of the corridor.
[loud bang]
[Man 2 on TV] I've just been
along there.
I didn't see you,
the door was shut.
- Actually, [loud bang]
it's on the outside.
- The outside?
- Yes.
Let's try it sometime.
You can take a look at that
coffin, if you remember.
I was interrupted the last time.
- Sure.
[tense music]
Do you mind if I speak
[indistinct]
[tense music continues]
[quirky organ music]
[music ends]
Yes, but it's been
recently occupied.
We asked Mr. Howard
to come in here.
He's with Lady Margaret.
Will you let anyone
else in here?
[Man 2] No.
[indistinct]
[Man 2] Gives me
something to do.
[Man 2] Come quick.
[Man] What is it?
[distorted eerie music]
- Ah!
- Good morning.
- Oh!
[dramatic thud]
- Good morning.
- Coffee?
- Absolutely, yeah.
- You know, if you didn't
want to sleep with me,
you could have
just used the bed.
- Oh. No, I...
- Kidding.
[Devon chuckles]
- Too much wine.
- You know what's
good for hangovers?
Hot tubs.
- Oh, yes!
- Mmm-hmm.
Come on, let's go.
I, I've been looking at you
Underneath this sky
I've never been this high
And you keep smiling at me
And my heart's like ooh
How'd you like to
spin around with me?
Cause I've got a suspicion
that you'd look
perfect next to me
All right
And you can call me crazy
baby, but I call it destiny
Mhm
Ooh, you make me wanna
Make me, wanna make me
wanna throw my hands up
Throw my hands up, hands up
Ooh
say you wanna say you wanna
Say you wanna make
some plans up
Take my hand, love,
dance with me
Ooh, ooh
Take my hand, love,
dance with me
Ooh
Take my hand, love,
dance with me
[laughing]
I say hey,
this thing we got
It's a sad day
It don't go away
So just dance
Ain't nothing left to say
With the world we turn
Let the music play
I got this suspicion
That you'd look
perfect next to me
And you can call me crazy
Baby, but I call it destiny
Ooh
you make me wanna, make
me, wanna make me wanna
throw my hands up, throw
my hands up, hands up.
Ooh
say you wanna say you wanna
Say you wanna make
some plans up
Take my hand, love,
dance with me
Cause we're
perfectly in time
You can turn me on a dime
If you kindly place
your hand in mine
I promise you
Ooh, you make me wanna, make
me wanna, make me wanna
throw my hands up,
throw my hands up
Hands up
Ooh
say you wanna, say you
wanna, say you wanna
make some plans up,
take my hand up
Dance with me
Ooh
you make me wanna, make
me wanna, make me wanna
throw my hands up,
throw my hands up
Hands up
Ooh
say you wanna say, say you
wanna, say you wanna
take my hand up,
dance with me
Ooh
Dance with me
Ooh
[evil laughter]
[machine beeps]
[music continues]
Ooh
Take my hand, love,
dance with me
[fire crackling]
- Okay.
Earliest crush.
[Devon sighs]
- My earliest crush
was kindergarten.
Rose Cavalieri.
Mhm.
- So your first
crush was a girl?
- Yep.
- Did you know you liked boys?
- I started suspecting
in middle school.
Around...
[chuckles] seventh grade.
I developed crushes
on my friends.
My best friend in particular.
Ben.
I'd get butterflies every
time I looked into his eyes.
- So sweet.
- No, it wasn't.
It was...
It was terrible.
I didn't want to accept it,
so I hurt myself
to try to stop it.
- What do you mean?
- Um.
Yeah.
And,
- Oh!
Cut yourself?
Jesus. Why would you do that?
- [sighs] To keep the gay away.
[chuckles] It was
the Bible Belt.
Hetero is what you knew
and what you were taught.
Straight was right,
gay was wrong.
I didn't accept
myself until I was 20.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Unfortunately,
it's not that uncommon.
- No. It's not.
- Oh my, am I sensing
you can relate.
- Well, I mean, I was Catholic,
which I guess is the religious
equivalent of cutting yourself.
[Devon laughs]
Too soon?
- Not at all.
- Growing up Catholic,
I was terrified of sinning.
And that was one of the biggest.
Even thinking about it would
send you right to hell.
- But you thought about it?
- Yeah, I guess I had thoughts.
- Mmm-hmm.
And did you act on them?
[chuckling]
- When I was 14,
there was someone.
- Mmm-hmm.
- We had this whole experience.
It was really exciting
because it was dangerous.
It was also really beautiful
and confusing.
- Sexually?
- Yeah, but more because
he was my cousin.
- Oh!
Wow!
Cousin as in, like, your unc...
your uncle's?
Wow, that's scandalous.
- You can say that.
- Do tell.
[gentle music]
- My cousin and I were close.
Sort of seasonal best friends.
-Mmm-hmm.
For most of my childhood,
I'd spent summers up here.
My parents had this Christian
retreat in Arrowhead every year,
so they'd drop me off.
But that summer...
something changed.
He was tall and funny and...
just different.
- Hmm.
- Things started innocently
enough, holding hands
when we were alone
in the treehouse
or on those trails right there.
Never felt wrong, just...
kind of natural.
- Right.
- Then...
we'd practice kissing
on each other.
[Devon laughs]
We'd talk about the
girls we had crushes on,
and we'd say we had to
get the kissing just right
because neither of us
had ever kissed a girl,
and we didn't want to
mess it up when we did.
We were nerds.
Book nerds.
- Mmm-hmm.
- Other than girls,
that's all we talked about.
Mostly mystery stuff.
Murder on the Orient Express,
Hound of the Baskerville's,
Count of Monte Cristo.
But that summer,
I happened to have a copy
of Twelfth Night with me.
- Willow Cabin.
- Do you know the play?
- I kind of remember it.
It's a long time ago.
What is it about the shipwreck
and the brother and the sister,
and the sister
pretends to be a man?
- Viola.
- Exactly.
- We were obsessed with it.
We spent the entire
summer picking it apart
and figuring out the language.
We just couldn't get
enough of the love triangle
between Viola,
or Cesario as a man,
and the Duke and Olivia.
Obsessive love versus
romantic love versus
forbidden love.
And it became our thing.
It's one of the happiest
times of my life.
- How far did you go?
- What do you mean?
- Sexually?
[Devon laughs]
- Just some, some,
kissing and fooling
around a bit.
It was silly.
- It doesn't sound silly.
Whatever happened to, um,
what's your cousin's name?
- Stevie.
- Stevie?
[laughs] Whatever happened to
Stevie after that summer?
- Actually, he ran
away or something.
And that was the
last time I saw him.
- Oh!
I'm sorry, that's...
[soft music plays]
- I don't know.
It was a long time ago,
we were kids,
and you get over things
at that age pretty quickly.
- But still,
it's your first
sexual experience.
It means a lot.
Yeah, I...
I guess, I never really
thought about it like that.
More like we were
experimenting or something.
- After that kiss last night,
it seems like you're
still experimenting.
[laughter]
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Do you want to
continue the experiment,
professor?
[soft music continues]
- I think so, yeah.
- Okay,
good.
[Albert chuckles]
[laughter]
- Oh!
[laughing]
- Have I?
- I got it, I got it.
[laughter]
Come here.
- Oh!
- Yeah.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Oh!
Oh!
[dramatic music]
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Was that too much?
- No, no. [chuckles]
It's amazing.
- We can stop.
- I don't want to stop.
- Okay.
[gentle music]
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
- It's just...
It's a lot.
[laughter]
- I know.
Hey.
I'm not going anywhere.
Tomorrow the
experiment continues.
Okay?
- Yeah.
[heavy dance music]
[eerie music]
- I don't think I'm
ready for that.
- Yeah.
[eerie music continues]
Devon, stop!
- Albert?
Did you say something?
- No.
- Sorry. I must have woken you
up when I flushed the toilet.
Go back to sleep.
[eerie music]
[dramatic thud]
[birds singing]
[Devon yawns]
[suspenseful music]
[water running]
[suspenseful music continues]
[manic laughter]
[suspenseful music continues]
[dramatic music]
[tense music]
[turns off shower]
[suspenseful music]
[shower turns on]
[water running]
[suspenseful music]
[dramatic music]
[suspenseful music]
[turns off shower]
[water gurgling]
[birds singing]
[Albert snoring]
[Devon chuckles]
[door creaks]
[gentle music]
[eerie music]
[gentle music]
[eerie music]
[gentle music]
[tense music]
You must be Uncle Russell
and Cousin Stevie.
[chuckles]
He was cute.
I don't blame you
at all, Albert.
[gentle music]
Cody and me.
Wait.
What?
Cody and me.
[footsteps tapping]
- What were you doing up there?
- I thought I heard
something moving.
I thought maybe a critter
got in here and then.
Actually, I wanted to
share something with you.
- I found these...
- I'd rather
- you not go up there.
- Okay.
I'm sorry.
Didn't seem like it
was an issue before.
- Well, it is.
It's an issue.
I don't want you up there.
- Sure.
Your cabin, your rules.
[tense music]
Albert.
Good morning.
- Good morning.
[sighs]
Do you want to get
out of here today?
Maybe walk down to the lake?
- Yeah, sure.
Sounds good.
- Great.
[birds chirping]
[gentle music]
Did you get the water?
- Last one, so we can share?
- Sure.
[eerie music]
[door creaks]
[banging, groaning]
[Albert] Oh my God.
Are you okay?
Okay, okay.
All right.
[electricity crackling]
All right. I got you.
It's okay.
- [Devon groaning] It's my knee.
- Take it slow.
Take it slow.
- Man, I really wanted
to see that lake today.
- Yeah, well, we were about
20ft on our way there.
- So close.
[chuckles]
I'll get some ice.
- No, actually, I have instant
cold packs in my paramedic bag.
That'll be better.
[Devon sighs]
[bag unzipping]
- Will fentanyl help?
[Devon] Don't even touch that.
I'd rather not lose my job.
Just grab me an
instant cold pack
and an ace bandage?
Should be up front.
- Here you go.
- Wow, look at you.
Who's the EMT now?
- Have some water.
How did it happen?
Did you miss a stair?
- No, it's an old injury.
My knee just gives
out sometimes.
- Yikes.
Doesn't that affect your job?
- I usually wear my brace,
but I forgot to pack it.
- How did it happen?
- Football.
- Really?
- No.
[laughter]
No, it was a kick to the
knee by an ex arsehole.
- Oh my God.
- Let's just say I haven't
exactly chosen wisely
relationship-wise.
I tend to gravitate towards
broken guys I think I can fix.
- I won't take offence seeing
as how we met on an app.
- No, no, I had the broken guys
I think I can fix filter on.
- Is that right?
- Yeah.
- I had the smart-arses who
think they're funny filter on.
[Devon laughs]
- We've got to
change our filters.
- Listen,
I know I was weird this morning.
- It's okay.
- I'm just...
I'm having a really
great time with you.
And last night was so...
- Hot?
[laughter]
- Yeah, hot.
It's really hot.
But then I had this
terrible dream and
I couldn't get back to sleep.
And I couldn't stop
thinking about Jen.
And I'm sorry.
- Thank you for apologising.
Is Jen your wife?
- Yeah.
- Would it help to
tell me about her?
[Albert sighs]
How'd you all meet?
- I dropped a wrench on her.
- What?
- I was on the
homecoming committee.
I was up on a ladder working
on a stage type thing,
and she climbed up behind me,
holding this banner I had to
attach to the pole above me.
[tense music]
So she's inching by me,
trying to hand me the
loop from the banner,
and I had one hand in
the hand with the wrench
on the pole,
and with the other hand I'm
trying to grab the banner
and the wrench just...
popped out of my hand and hit
her square between the eyes.
And she let out the
cutest little yelp
and I dropped everything.
And just instinctively
kissed her head.
[tense music continues]
And that was it.
- Wow.
- Years later, for our 20th
she had the wrench bronzed
and she put it on a plaque.
- She kept the wrench?
- She kept the wrench.
The plaque said,
"It's been 20 years since you
threw a wrench in my life
and I couldn't love you more."
- She sounds amazing.
- She is.
So's my kid.
You have a kid?
[dramatic music]
- Yeah.
- Boy or girl?
- Boy.
- How old?
- 16.
- Wow.
- Yeah.
- What's his name?
- I call him slick.
- Why?
- Ever since he was four,
he's wanted us to
slick his hair back.
He's very pernickety like that.
- What's his real name?
- Um.
That's kind of...
I don't think I'm really ready
to talk about that just yet.
- Okay,
I understand.
I should probably
check in on them.
- You mind?
- No, not at all.
- I think you should.
- Okay.
Back in a bit.
Hi. Hi.
No, I saw that you
called just now.
The service appears really bad.
It's hard to find reception.
I know I could have,
but I've just been getting
the place ready for showings.
Yeah.
Yes, Jen.
Well, I can't be in
two places at once,
so you're going to need to get
a quote from the moving company.
We don't need one for the
cabin just for the house.
You wanted me to
take care of it,
so that is what I'm doing.
You think I enjoy living
in a hotel for two months?
Can I please talk to him?
Look, I know that he is upset.
Wait. What?
You what?
No. Jen.
Can we just please
talk about this?
Well, at least wait
until I am back.
I will come back.
But...
Oh, for God's sakes, Jen,
don't be fucking ridiculous.
Hello?
Hello, Jen.
God damn it!
[dramatic music]
Can I help you?
[eerie music]
It's private property.
It's private property.
Will you please go?
Look, I have no problem
calling the police.
- Albert!
[birds chirping]
[eerie music continues]
Do you want some lunch?
This is pretty much
the last of the food.
I can go into town
to pick things up
after lunch if you want me to.
Do you want to talk about it?
- Talk about what?
- What happened on
the phone with Jen?
- No.
- Okay.
- You know what?
I think it's best
if we just pack up
and get out of here tonight.
- Tonight?
- Yeah.
We've had our fun, and now it's
time to get back to reality.
- Sure.
That's fine.
Back in reality, do we get
to see each other again?
- Maybe.
I just have a lot going on
with work and my family.
- Well, you're more than
welcome to stay at my place,
anytime you need to get away or
whatever.
- Get away?
Get away from what?
From my family.
- No, of course not.
In fact, I think
you should spend
some quality time
with your family.
You know,
being honest with them, it
might help the situation.
- What situation?
- With you and Jen.
I heard you telling her that
you're up here,
showing the place.
That's obviously not true.
- That's really
not your business.
- Fair. But it doesn't change
the fact that you're lying
to the people that love you.
Your wife loves you
very much, Albert,
maybe you should
trust that she might
understand all this.
- There is no this.
- There absolutely is a this.
There 100% is a this, Albert,
and the more you
try to avoid it,
the more you're going to
push everyone away from you.
- Do you make it a habit to
counsel all the married guys
who suck you off?
- No, just the ones
who suck me off
and then lie about
their sexuality.
- Being a whore for
married men
doesn't make you some sort
of expert on sexuality.
[Devon laughs]
- Actually, that's
exactly what it makes me.
But not that
judgement means anything
coming from a
closeted 49-year-old
who's using me as
a placeholder
for his adolescent
gay fantasies.
- First of all, you are
nothing like Stevie,
so don't even go there.
And secondly, I am not gay.
- Then what?
You just like doing
things you shouldn't?
- What is that even
supposed to mean?
- Coming up here to
fuck around with Stevie
behind your parent's back.
Coming up here to fuck around
with me behind your wife's back?
Either you're gay or
you're just an arsehole.
- I'm not gay.
Bi, bi-curious.
Same world, slightly different
shade of pink, Albert.
- I'm not any of
those things, Devon!
I have a family.
- So did your uncle!
Excuse me?
- Your uncle was gay.
- What the fuck are
you talking about?
- See? You didn't even know.
None of you did.
How's that working
for your family?
- What is this?
- That's your uncle, right?
- Where did you get these?
- In a box hidden
in a wall by a man
who was obviously
hiding from his family.
Sound familiar?
- Get out.
- Maybe if Russell had
been honest with you all,
you wouldn't be in this
situation right now.
Do you really want your son to
end up as fucked up as you are?
- Get out!
- Wow.
I really thought
you were different.
[gentle music]
- Fuck!
[suspenseful music]
[manic laughter]
Fuck off. It's over.
[suspenseful music continues]
Well, this has been lovely.
Okay.
- God damn it!
Fuck!
[tense music]
[knocking on door]
- You're not going
to believe this.
[trunk slams]
Maybe we try to jump it.
- Do you have cables?
- I think so.
- Okay.
I'll turn my car around, then
just drift yours
back to neutral.
- Sure.
Yeah.
[engine sputtering]
[tense music]
[knocking on glass]
What's wrong?
[gentle music]
- My car is dead too.
- What?
- Completely dead.
- What the hell?
Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.
- You just said you don't
know anything about cars.
- Devon.
It's dead.
- What the hell?
Is someone fucking with us?
Wait. You're fucking
with me, aren't you?
- What? Why would I... no!
I'm.....
Some drunk kids
must have come along
in the middle of the
night or something.
- Drunk kids?
- I don't know, Devon.
It's either that or we both
randomly left our headlights on.
- It seems unlikely, Albert.
- Anyway,
it's a moot point.
We just need to get someone
up here to fix them.
Why don't you try to call
AAA from the sweet spot.
I will walk up the road and
see if I can find anyone.
- All right.
[gentle music continues]
What the...
[eerie music]
What the hell?
You gotta be kidding me.
[eerie music continues]
I thought you were
going down the road.
- I was. I did.
I was walking down the
road and then I was there,
and I... and I saw you.
- This isn't funny.
Stop! Please!
- Devon...
- No! Stop it, Albert!
Just make the cars go,
and I'll leave, okay?
- I, I didn't I, I didn't...
- Fuck you.
Fuck you!
Just fuck off, okay?
Just fucking leave me alone.
- Devon!
[eerie music continues]
Hello?
[man laughs]
[eerie music]
- Maybe there's some
way we can signal.
- I can try to figure out
how to get on the roof,
maybe light a signal
fire or something.
- A signal fire?
On the roof of a wooden cabin?
- Well, if the cabin burns,
someone is bound
to see it, right?
- Do you even hear
yourself right now?
- I don't know, Devon.
I'm just trying out solutions.
- Well, cross that one
off the list, please.
Wait.
Jen knows you're up
here, doesn't she?
She thinks you're showing
the cabin or whatever.
But won't she make some calls
if she doesn't hear from you.
- Maybe.
- And I texted my
partner at work.
She knows I'm at Big Bear.
If she doesn't hear from
me in a couple of days,
she'll send the
local authorities.
We just have to wait it out.
Someone will come.
[Albert sighs]
[dramatic music]
[banging]
[loud organ music]
Open the door!
[eerie music]
- Should be a...
[loud noise]
[tense music]
[breathing heavily]
Albert!
The door is open.
[tense music continues]
[menacing music]
Oh my God.
The door! Open it!
I can't, it's not opening!
[tense music continues]
The door!
- Devon!
- Albert!
- Help me!
[groaning]
[manic laughter]
[tense music continues]
[dramatic thud]
- Wait. No, don't.
- We can't stay in here.
- Please?
- I'm just going to
take a quick look.
- Okay, okay, okay.
[door creaks]
[eerie music]
- Come on, come on.
- Okay.
Let's go, let's go!
[Albert] Ah! Don't trip!
[Devon] Ah, shit!
[Albert] Are you okay?
[Devon] Yeah, yeah.
[eerie music continues]
No, no, no, no!
[indistinct shouting]
[Albert] Help!
[Devon] Somebody help us!
Help!
- Okay? Okay.
Water.
We need water,
we're definitely dehydrated.
You'd be surprised
the kind of things
that dehydration
would make you do.
Confusion, disorientation,
the inability to have
rational thoughts.
- Where are you going?
- Kitchen.
- No.
- But you can't.
- I can, and I will,
that's where the water is.
- That thing.
- That thing is in there.
- That is not a thing!
That
is a man.
An awful, abusive, putrid man.
And I'm not going
to let that man
stop me from getting
into that kitchen.
I mean, he ever since
the day he died,
he's been trying to stop me.
I mean, not literally
trying to stop me
because that would be
fucking crazy, right?
But in my mind, in my mind,
he's always trying to stop me.
You know, like laughing
at me like he always did.
Mocking me like he always did.
Making me second guess
every fucking thing,
every fucking minute
of every fucking day.
So you know what I do?
You know what I do?
I just fuck everything up.
I fuck everything up to keep
him out of my goddamn head.
Completely unhappy.
But I don't care.
Meaningless bullshit
relationships
after meaningless
bullshit relationships,
but I don't care.
Because anytime I start to get
slightly close to somebody,
he just fucking shows up
and ruins everything.
You people,
married men are the best.
You can't commit,
so I can't commit
and he shuts the fuck up.
But I screwed up, I screwed up,
and I fell for you.
And now he's back.
But not in my head any more.
No, no.
You must really be
fucking special because
he's actually fucking here.
Like, literally fucking here.
Like in the fucking kitchen.
[laughs] And since this fucked
up snow globe bullshit
that's surrounding your fucked
up cabin won't let us leave,
I am not going to let my
dead son of a bitch father
stop me from getting into
that goddamn fucking kitchen
to get some fucking
food and water.
[door closes]
Fuck!
[eerie music]
- Devon?
Devon!
[suspenseful music]
[tap squeaks]
[eerie music]
[knocking on door]
Managed to salvage a
little bit of rice.
There's no in and out, but...
may help.
- It was your profile.
- What?
- The first day you
asked why I came up here.
It was your profile.
- Really?
- In classrooms where
the young minds bloom.
I weaved my words
to spell the gloom.
An English teacher
by daylight's grace.
With poetry's passion
I find my place.
- Oh no.
- In school bells chime
with their final ring.
The night presents
a forbidden fling.
A class
and pleasure.
Of course that's new.
Perhaps that tryst
will be with you.
- I can't believe you
memorised the whole thing.
It's embarrassing.
- I disagree.
I thought it was
elegant and witty.
Turns out that was a
perfect description of you.
- Electricity's still out.
- Shit.
- All the food is rotten.
- I know.
- How is that possible?
- I don't know.
- The water isn't working.
- No.
- How long can we
last without water?
- Three days, maybe.
- How long has it been?
- I don't know, 24 hours.
But the food.
Things are happening
faster than they should.
- It doesn't make sense.
None of this makes
any fucking sense.
[Albert sobbing]
[Albert sighs]
[sombre music]
I'm so scared.
- I know.
- I'm scared that we
are never going to
get out of here.
I'm scared that I'm not
going to see my son again.
- Don't say that.
- You don't understand, Devon.
I have to see my son again.
- You will.
- If we can't get out of here,
the last thing that he
will remember about me.
Oh my God, oh.
- We'll get out of here.
We'll figure it out.
- I'm so sorry for
bringing you here.
[sombre music continues]
I never should have
come back here.
- This isn't your fault, Albert.
How could you have possibly
known what was going to happen?
- I knew.
I knew that my uncle
ended his own life.
And I knew it was because
Stevie ran off and
disappeared into the woods.
And I knew that he
disappeared because
Russell, my uncle, beat him,
after he found Stevie
and I together.
- Oh my God.
- But I thought if I could just
feel some of the happiness that
I felt with Stevie again,
I could...
take back that part of me,
and then I would be able to
fix what I did with my son,
and all the bad
things would go away.
- What happened?
- My son.
Found some
pictures
and some texts between a
student of mine and myself.
He confronted me, and,
I just, I lost it,
in the rage,
the confusion, the fear.
I could have
talked to him.
I could have told him
what was going on with me.
I could have told him
that I knew was wrong,
but instead I, I,
beat him.
- Jesus.
Is he okay?
- Yeah.
I mean, physically, he's okay.
But it's been three months
and he still won't talk to me.
And I'm terrified.
I'm terrified
that if we can't
get out of here.
I can't get back and
explain everything to him.
If I can't
tell him
about
who I am
and why I did what I did.
Then he will disappear too.
- It's not.
[loud bang]
[loud knocking]
- Ah!
[both screaming]
[dramatic thud]
[door creaking]
I'm officially
calling a moratorium
on the term sweet spot.
Battery's almost dead anyway.
- Yours lasted longer than mine.
- Is that a euphemism?
- I'd love to take credit
for managing having
wit right now, but
my brain is definitely
not working right.
I can barely read.
- What have you got there?
- Your copy of 12th Night.
[Albert chuckles]
- This isn't mine.
- Stevie's?
- Not that I remember.
- There's a note in it.
I thought maybe Stevie
wrote it to you.
- "But come what may,
I do adore thee.
So that danger shall seem sport.
And I will go.
See you soon."
I never saw this.
- I'm sorry.
I just assumed.
- It's okay, it's just
strange.
- I'm gonna
go for a water search out front.
Just relax for a bit.
- Yeah.
Okay.
[tense music]
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
[body thuds]
Devon?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come on.
Okay. All right.
Oh!
Hey, look at me, huh?
You're okay.
- That's not good.
- It's fine, you're fine.
- Take it from an EMT,
I'm really not.
- You just probably got
light-headed, that's all.
- Albert,
this is late-stage dehydration.
Organ failure is next.
- No, no.
- I'm dying.
- No.
You aren't.
- It's true.
- It's not.
- Albert.
- I am not going to
let you die.
- Albert.
- I'm going to get us
out of here, okay?
You just hang on
a little longer.
- This is it.
This is it. I'm sorry.
[sombre music]
Hey, why did the
chicken cross the road?
[Albert laughs]
- To get to the other side.
- See? It's still funny.
[eerie music]
What is it?
Albert.
[suspenseful music]
- Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Okay, okay.
Look at this.
This is my uncle's handwriting.
This was his.
- Okay.
- This article was
folded up as a bookmark.
They found Stevie's
body in a ravine.
He fell, broke his neck,
and couldn't get out.
This article was
folded next to this.
See you soon.
Russell
wasn't bad.
He was just lost.
- I'm not following.
He...
He knew he was dead.
And he committed suicide
to be with Stevie.
He went to the other side.
But what if the other side
wasn't where Stevie was?
- What do you mean?
Stevie died of exposure.
Russell took his own life.
Maybe they went to
different places.
Devon.
I think I know a way
to get us out of here.
- You're freaking
me out a little.
- If there's a way to
get to where he is,
maybe I could talk to him.
Help convince him to end this.
I just need to get there.
- Get where?
[suspenseful music continues]
- To the place where
lost people go.
- You mean kill yourself?
[tense music]
- Yeah.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
We don't even know what this is,
let alone whether or not
your uncle is actively
making it happen.
All we know is that
we're already dying.
- Exactly.
And if there is any
way to stop this,
any possibility,
I'm going to try it.
Because I'm not just going to
sit here and watch you die.
I can't just...
- Explain it to me again,
slowly, please.
- If there was a way
for me to end my life
and see if that connects me
to Russell on the other side,
- Yeah.
and while there is still time,
you resuscitate me.
You bring me back and we
get the fuck out of here.
- Or I just end up
watching you die.
- What have we got to lose?
- Fentanyl.
You can stop your heart with
an overdose of fentanyl.
And I theoretically could
bring you back with naloxone.
Although there's a huge
chance it won't work
and an even bigger chance
you'll end up brain-dead.
- I'm willing to
take that chance.
[suspenseful music]
- Okay.
- Okay?
Okay.
Let's do it.
Let's do this now,
before you get any worse.
I'm gonna go get your bag so
you can get everything ready.
- Albert.
Write to your son,
just in case.
[gentle music]
You gonna find the vein.
Insert the needle.
- Okay.
- Put this in your mouth.
Push the plunger.
Release.
- Got it.
[gentle music continues]
- Thank you
for doing this.
- I love you.
You should too.
You're pretty great.
[gentle music continues]
See you soon.
[Albert gasps]
[tense music]
[organ music]
Uncle Russ?
[tense music]
- You should be ashamed.
- Uncle Russell?
Russell,
what's going on?
What is this?
[tense music continues]
No!
[gunshot]
[organ music]
[tense music continues]
- You should be ashamed.
- Wait! Stop!
Don't go up there!
Russell, stop and
talk to me, please.
Russell, stop!
[gunshot]
No! Not again.
[organ music]
- You should be ashamed.
- How can I help you?
Let me help you.
Russell, wait.
I'm here.
[gunshot]
Russell, I love you,
and I want to get
us out of this.
All of us.
[clock ticking]
[suspenseful music]
[eerie music]
[Devon screams]
- You should be ashamed.
- I hear you.
I just don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do!
[gunshot]
[organ music]
[tense music]
- You should be ashamed.
- I was!
I was.
I was.
I was so ashamed.
Ashamed of myself.
But I'm not ashamed any more.
[gentle music]
I'm not that person.
And neither are you.
[eerie music intensifies]
[organ music]
[suspenseful music]
[Russell breathing heavily]
Make me a willow
cabin at your gate.
And call upon my soul
within the house.
Bright, loyal cantons
of contented love.
And sing them loud.
Even in the dead of night.
Hallow your name to
the reverberate hills.
And make the babbling
gossip of the air.
Cry out.
[Devon gasps]
[alarm clock ringing]
[ethereal music getting louder]
Oh, turn away
[indistinct]
the cinder block and the
road beside the lane
In yourself confide
It's fate, its hand are tied
and like a good neighbour
Death himself, goodbye
This is your second chance
Bump up against the odds.
You've got every
hour of the day
You better get me one
Make that a million times
Now that you're
here for good
you can be here
for good
[indistinct]
the ladder to the roof
[indistinct]
Oh
Sorrow never falls
the ghost of just before
[indistinct]
This is your second chance
Bump up against the armour
You've got every
hour of the day
You bet against me once
Make that a million times
Now that you're
here for good
you can be here
for good